Grief
frantically rushing
worried that I’ll be late for
my disappointment
–
winter’s breath
making the trek
to an empty woodbin
Category Archives: Breath
Passing
the hours before dawn
weaving my way back home through
the thinnest of light
–
gently becoming
as one with
the winter sky
War
wet and matted hair
cold rain, hot blood, and cordite
soak into the dirt
–
a sparrow-
perched on
a ruined shell
Immediacy
ice over fresh snow
the delicate crust holds me
momentarily
–
warm green grass
a raindrop rolls
down my cheek
Passage
a flash of silver
bright water patters and breaks
the woodland silence
–
finally unfettered
carried aloft
on golden wings
Faith
an icy black rain
the autumn harvest freezes
while still in the field
–
a desert night
cold hard water
feeds the fire
Present
living day to day
ignoring where I’ve been and
what the future holds
–
frost on the grass
awake in the dark
breathless and immobile
Escape
stumbling badly
pausing on the precipice
of complete collapse
–
smooth sailing
seeking freedom
from consequence
Lost
seeking your guidance
for I cannot find my way
alone through the dark
–
an eerie green glow
eyes wide open
in the darkness
Crimson
the low morning sun
behind a red crepe myrtle
it’s branches aflame
–
fresh snow
blowing alight the coals
of last nights fire